Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Fear,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.